I let out a long, tired sigh.
For the past… oh, I don't know. Two hours? Three? Yeah, that sounded about right.
For the past three hours, I'd been watching the destruction of Ishtara on repeat.
The streets around me were ablaze as I walked across the scorching asphalt.
People screamed — not just in fear, but in a raw mix of terror and agony — as they were either burned alive or savagely torn apart before being devoured by ravenous beasts.
The stench of gore, seared flesh, and choking smoke filled the air, making me gag every time I drew breath.
Corpses littered the cobblestones — some charred, some twisted, some gutted — their faces frozen in the sheer horror of their last moments.
If I had to describe it in a sentence, then this was exactly what I imagined hell would look like if it were real.
